Before the zombies came my husband was in a terrible accident, he hasn’t woken from the coma, despite my pleas.
it's really not safe out there anymore...
The Year is 2042...
Poetry from students of Clondalkin Youthreach
Welcome to South Dublin Epic. A journey through speculative fiction with young writers from South Dublin. South Dublin EPIC
Broken glass pierced through my arm as I squeezed through the shattered window. The air was polluted with screams of
* It’s funny how we destroy flowers because we think they are beautiful But we destroy ourselves because we think
The Order of Mages arise at the crack of dawn. That gives me about 20 minutes before anyone is up.